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TH£  BENSON  LIBRARY  OF  HYMNOLOGY 

Endowed  by  the  Reverend 

Louis  Fitzgerald  Benson,  d.d. 


LIBRARY  OF  THE  THEOLOGICAL  SEMINARY 
PRINCETON,  NEW  JERSEY 


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POETIC    GIFT 


CONTAINING 


MRS.    BARBAULD'S     HYMNS, 

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BV  MARY  BELSOX, 
of  ■  Innocent  Poetry,"  "  Grateful  Tribute*."  "The  Orphan  Boy,"  dfct 


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ILLUSTRATED  BV  APPROPRIATE  ENGRAVINGS. 


NEW    HAVEN : 

PRINTED  AND  PUBLISHED  BY   S,   BABCOCK. 


PREFACE, 


Thk  following  Poems  are  from  Mrs.  Barbauld's  beautiful 
Hymns  in  prose.  The  originals  have  been  long  and  deserv- 
edly admired  by  the  youthful  reader:  the  author  of  the  pres- 
ent production  feels  somewhat  timid  in  submitting  her  hum- 
ble attempt  to  public  inspection,  after  the  unbounded  success 
of  her  predecessor;  but  she  trusts  that  she  has  adhered  to  the 
subject,  though  she  may  have  failed  in  manner.  The  whole 
of  the  Hymns  have  not  been  copied,  the  size  of  the  book  not 
permitting  such  an  increase ;  but  the  author  has  selected  the 
most  simple,  and  such  as  she  imagines  are  familiar  to  most 
children,  few  of  whom  have  not  delighted  and  improved 
themseives  by  a  perusal  of  their  favorite  author,  Mrs.  Bar- 
bauld. 


MRS.    BARBAULD'S 
HYMNS     FOR     CHILDREN. 


HYMN    I . 

UNIVERSAL   PRAISE    DCE   TO   THE    CREATOB. 

The  Sun's  bright  beams  that  cheer  the  sight. 
And  make  all  nature  look  so  gay, 

The  Moon,  who,  in  the  gloom  of  night, 
Kindly  emits  her  silver  ray  ; 

The  Whale,  great  monster  of  the  sea, 

And  Elephant,  so  great  on  land, 
The  Worm,  which  creeps  so  sluggishly — 

All  spring  from  a  superior  hand. 

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The  Birds,  whose  songs  we  love  to  hear, 

In  every  note  sing  grateful  praise  ; 


6  HYMNS  FOR  CHILDREN. 

The  murmuring  Brooks,  the  River  clear, 
Seem  to  unite  their  humble  lays. 

Shall  I,  though  but  a  child  in  years, 
Forget  the  source  of  all — is  God  1 

Whose  power  the  universe  reveres, 
From  gifted  man  to  humblest  sod. 

When  older,  I  will  praise  him  more, 
Still  more  his  greatness  I  shall  know  ; 

The  infant  lips  which  praised  before, 
With  greater  eloquence  shall  flow. 


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HYMN     II. 

THE   BEAUTIES  OF  SPRING. 


See  Nature's  carpet,  fresh  and  green  ; 

See  new-born  flowers  spring  around  ; 
Let  us  enjoy  the  rural  scene, 

And  sport  upon  the  daised  ground. 


HYMNS   FOR   CHILDREN. 

The  blossoms  bud  ;  the  green  leaves  sprout ; 

The  yellow  cowslips  hang  their  heads  ; 
The  violet  from  the  bank  peeps  out, 

And  in  the  air  its  fragrance  sheds. 

The  goslings  young,  run  to  and  fro  ; 

The  patient  hen  sits  o'er  her  brood ; 
With  tottering  steps  the  young  lambs  go, 

And  timid  crop  their  grassy  food. 

Poor  little  lambs  !  ye  need  not  fear, 

The  grass  is  soft,  though  you  should  fall ; 

Your  watchful  mother  too  is  near, 
To  hear  your  tender  bleating  call. 

Young  animals  of  every  kind 

Seem  as  if  glad  to  be  alive  ; 
And  thank  by  action,  though  not  mind, 

The  hand  which  causes  them  to  thrive. 


HYMN     III. 

GRATITUDE  TO  GOD, 

The  trees  can  bud,  the  birds  can  sing, 

The  little  lambs  can  bleat ; 
These  are  their  thanks,  and  every  Spring 

Such  praises  they  repeat. 

Ah !  could  they  speak,  as  we  can  do, 

Like  us  they  would  rejoice, 
And,  as  each  beauty  met  their  view, 

Would  raise  the  grateful  voice. 


HYMNS  FOR  CHILDREN 

Since,  trees,  and  lambs,  and  little  birds, 

Your  thanks  you  cannot  speak, 
We,  who  are  blessed  with  speech  and  words. 

Must  help  the  dumb  and  weak. 

Your  blossoms,  sports,  and  cheerful  song, 

Alone  we  do  require ; 
But  praise  shall  issue  from  our  tongue, 

Your  aid,  the  song  inspire ! 


'OOO  >**  ■*■*+****+ 


H  Y  M  N     IV. 

THE   SHEPHERD  WHO  WATCHES  OVER   ALL, 


Bf.hold  the  shepherd's  anxious  care, 
To  guard  his  helpless  fold  ; 

For  them  he  breathes  the  sultry  air, 
For  them  endures  the  cold. 


HYMNS  FOR   CHILDREN. 

The  weary  in  his  arms  he  shields, 
And,  if  by  chance  they  roam, 

He  rambles  o'er  the  distant  fields, 
To  lead  them  to  their  home. 

But,  should  this  careful  shepherd  stray 

In  paths  beset  with  pain, 
Is  there  no  hand  to  guide  his  way, 

And  bring  him  back  again  ? 

Ah  !  yes, — a  tender  Shepherd's  eye 
Hath  watched  him  from  his  birth ; 

God  is  a  Father  ever  nigh, 
Shepherd  of  all  the  earth ! 


hymn    v . 

GOD   THE    PARENT  OP  AX1- 

On  the  tender  mother's  breast, 

See  the  infant  of  her  love ; 
Her  mind  is  fixed  on  what  is  best 

To  feed  and  make  her  child  improve. 

When  sleep  steals  o'er  its  heavy  eye, 
She  watches  at  its  pillow  side  ; 

In  sickness,  hear  her  heart-felt  sigh, 
And  mark  the  tears  in  silence  glide. 

Her  care,  her  love,  may  do  it  good ; 
But  who  for  her  will  do  the  same ? 
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10  HYMNS  FOR  CHILDREN. 

Strengthen  her  strength,  and  give  her  food. 
Say  who  will  onvn  the  mother's  claim  1 

A  Parent  still  more  kind  than  she, 

Views  all  she  does,  and  all  approves  ; 

And  who  can  this  fond  parent  be, 

But  God,  who  all  his  creatures  loves. 


HYMN     VI. 
THE  KINO  OF  KINGS. 

The  king  his  scepter  bears  in  hand, 
Wears  on  his  head  a  golden  crown, 

He  sendeth  forth  his  high  command, 
His  people  tremble  at  his  frown. 

He  orders,  they  obey  his  will, 
He  punisheth  their  crimes, 

Protecteth  them  from  every  ill, 
In  war  or  peaceful  times. 

But  yet  a  greater  sovereign  reigns, 
One  crowned  with  rays  of  light ; 

Who  every  earthly  king  sustains, 
Though  far  removed  from  sight. 

Monarchs  may  fear  his  awful  power, 
He  views  them  but  as  men, 

And  marks  the  action  of  each  hour, 
With  Time's  recording  pen 


HYMNS   FOR   CHILDREN. 


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This  King  of  kings  we  will  obey, 

Yet  as  a  Father  love  ; 
Nor  from  our  holy  Shepherd  stray, 

Who  watcheth  from  above. 


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HYMN     VII. 

THE   ALMIGHTY  MORE   BEAUTIFUL  THAN   HIS  WORKS. 

Come,  little  children,  let  me  show 
What  is  lovely  to  the  eye, — 

A  rose  of  beauty  in  full  blow, 
Her  blushing  tints  of  softest  dye 


She  sits  upon  her  mossy  stem, 

And  queen  of  all  the  flowers  appears  ; 

She  is  indeed  our  summer's  gem, 
Where'er  her  fragrant  head  she  rears. 


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But,  fair  and  fragrant  as  she  seems, 
Still  fairer  He  who  made  the  rose, 

His  very  name  with  fragrance  teems, 
More  beautiful  than  all  that  grows. 

Not  to  the  wandering  eye  alone, 
But  to  the  heart  his  name  is  dear  j 

Matchless  he  sits  upon  his  throne, 
The  source  of  love,  of  hope,  and  fear. 


HYMN     VIII. 

god's  strength  and  TOWER. 

You  have  seen  what  is  fair, 
Now  behold  what  is  strong : 

See  the  lion, — who  dare 
To  examine  him  long. 

From  his  lair  see  him  rise  ; 

How  he  shaketh  his  mane ! 
Hark !  he  roars,  and  his  cries 

Are  not  echoed  in  vain. 

The  field's  peaceful  guest 
Flies  quick  at  the  sound , 

Even  the  wild  take  no  rest 

While  he  scents  the  same  ground. 

But  more  terrible  still, 

?ie  who  made  him  so  strong, 


HYMNS  FOR  CHILDREN  13 

Who  cuts  off,  at  his  will, 
Both  the  aged  and  young ; 

Who  can  stop  at  a  breath, 

The  life  which  he  gave  ; 
From  whose  sentence  of  death 

No  resistance  can  save. 


HYMN    IX. 

THE   SUN  LESS  GLORIOUS  THAN  THE  CREATCH. 

Though  strong  the  lion,  and  fair  the  rose, 
More  bright  the  beaming  sun  ; 

His  glorious  rays  a  brilliance  throws 
That  human  eye  must  shun. 

We  can  behold  no  sight  so  great, 

As  when  at  broad  noon-day, 
He  sits  upon  his  throne  of  state, 

Darting  his  fiery  ray. 

But  far  more  glorious  He  who  made 

This  sun  to  beam  with  fire  ; 
No  eye  His  brightness  can  evade, 

At  whose  glance  all  retire. 

The  name  this  wondrous  Being  bears, 
This  great  and  perfect  whole, 


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HYMNS  FOR   CHILDREN*, 


Is  God — the  granter  of  our  prayers, 
Preserver  of  our  souls. 


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HYMN     X. 


GOD   THE    GUARDIAN    OF   HIS    CREATURES. 


The  Sim  is  set,  the  night-dews  fall, 

And  cool  the  sultry  air  ; 
The  chickens  at  their  mother's  call, 

To  sheltering  wing  repair. 

Their  color'd  leaves  the  flowers  fold ; 

The  birds  their  warbling  cease  ; 
The  bees  have  sought  their  waxen  hold ; 

While  all  seem  hush'd  in  peace. 

The  bleating  sheep  no  more  are  heard, 
Or  children's  busy  feet ; 


\  HYMNS  FOR  CHILDREN'.  15 

No  human  voice  emits  a  word, 
Where  darkness  takes  her  seat. 

But  who,  in  this  dark  silent  scene, 

Will  guard  us  from  all  harm  ? 
Who,  but  that  God,  whose  care  we've  been, 

Whose  name  dispels  alarm. 

H  y  M  N     XI. 

THE   DAILY   MERCIES  OF  GOD. 

Now  the  darkness  is  pass'd,  so  open  your  eyes, 
And  see  the  bright  beams  of  the  sun  from  the  skies  , 
Have  you  nothing  to  offer  your  God  for  his  care, 
No  song  of  thanksgiving,  no  gratitude's  prayer  ? 

Shall    the    flowers    again   spread  their    fragrance 

sweet  ? 
Shall  the  birds  with  their  warble  another  day  greet, 
While  you,  who  his  mercies  can  best  understand, 
Are  the  last  to  give  thanks  for  the  gifts  of  his  hand  ? 

In  our  hearts  be  his  praise,  when  we  lie  down  to 

rest; 
And,  when  we  awake,  be  it  still  more  impress'd. 
Not  a  moment  elapses,  but  proves  more  and  more, 
That  we  can  not  too  much  our  Creator  adore. 

If  to-day  he  is  gracious,  to-morrow  we  find 
Some  new-bestow'd  bounty,  and  equally  kind  ; 
Our  prayers  may  not  equal  the  transports  we  feel, 
What's  deficient  in  words,  let  us  make  up  by  zeal 


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HYMN     XII. 


GOD   THE   CAUSE   OF   ALL  GOOD. 


Child  of  Reason,  whence  comest  thou, 

And  whither  dost  thou  stray  ? 
All  that  thine  eye  hath  seen,  avow, 

For  thou  hast  marked  the  way. 

My  walk  has  through  the  meadows  been, 

The  cattle  round  me  fed ; 
The  corn  sprang  up,  the  furrows  between ; 

The  poppy  shew'd  its  head. 

And  didst  thou  see  no  more  of  good, 

Nor  see  the  hand  which  gave 
The  pasture  for  the  cattle's  food, 

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His  smile  enlighten'd  all  the  scene ; 

His  bloom  o'er  it  was  spread  ; 
But  for  his  presence,  all  had  been 

As  nature's  self  were  dead 


HYMNS  FOR  CHILDREN.  17 

HYMN     XIII. 

THE  HAND  OF  THE  ALMIGHTY  PERCEPTIBLE  IN  ALL  THINGS. 

I   have  walk'd  through  the  forest,  and  heard  the 
wind  sigh  ; 
The  brook  fell  in  murmuring  sound  ; 
From  the  bough  leap'd  the  squirrel, — now  low,  and 
now  high, 
And  the  birds  sang  from  branches  around. 

And  was  there  no  murmur  but  that  of  the  brook  ? 

No  whisper  but  that  of  the  wind  ? 
Child  of  Reason  return,  and  in  Nature's  great  book, 

Far  greater  than  these  you  will  find. 

In  the  trees,  in  the  water  that  murmur'd  so  sweet, 

In  the  warbling  notes  of  the  shade, 
There  was  but  One  Hand,  that  had  made  it  com- 
plete, 

One  Being  alone  gave  his  aid. 

But  that  Being  was  God  ; — he  blended  with  all, 
Gave  beauty,  and  softness  and  grace; 

From  the  tree  to  its  leaf,  Avhich  in  autumn  will  fall, 
Some  proof  of  His  beauty  we  trace. 

hymn   xiv. 

r«OD  EULETH  THE  STORM. 

Behind  the  trees,  I  saw  the  rising  moon, 
It  seem'd  a  I  imp  of  gold  unto  mine  eyes ; 

At  first  it  shone  alone,  but  very  soon 

The  stars  in  quick  succession  dot  the  skies. 


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Towards  the  south,  I  saw  the  black  clouds  roll, 
The  vivid  lightning  flash'd  with  awful  glare, 

The  thunder  growl'd,  and  terror  struck  my  soul, 
For  it  was  loud  and  terrible  to  hear. 

And  did  thy  heart  no  other  terrors  feel 

Was  all  the  brightness  to  the  lightning  given  ? 

And  did  the  speaking  thunder  not  reveal 

The  storm  was  but  the  angry  voice  of  Heaven  ? 

In  every  sound  we  hear, — 'tis  God  who  speaks  ; 

He  meets  our  view,  in  every  thing  we  see  ; 
The  deep  recesses  of  our  hearts  he  seeks  ; 

From  him  is  no  disguise,  no  secrecy. 


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HYMN      XV. 

THE   BEAUTIES   OF   NATUHE. 


We  can  not  bear  the  scorching  sun  ; 

Come  let  us  seek  the  thick  green  shade 
Where  the  gurgling  waters  run, 

And  at  our  feet  soft  grass  is  laid. 


HYMNS  FOR  CHILDREN.  19 

The  sloping  banks,  with  flowers  dress'd, 

Present  afresh  and  fragrant  bed  ; 
Let  us  enjoy  its  offer'd  rest, 

While  sleep  its  influence  shall  shed. 

The  cattle  in  the  shade  lie  down, 

Or  in  the  open  meadows  graze  ; 
But  we  can  offer  at  the  throne 

Of  God,  our  warmest  sense  of  praise. 

And  when  we  feel  the  sun's  warm  beams, 

Or  seek  the  shade  for  cooler  air  ; 
Or  taste  the  brook's  refreshing  stream, 

Can  tell  whose  wondrous  works  they  are. 


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HYMN      XVI. 
THE  ALMIGHTY  HEEDETH  ALL  HIS  CREATURES. 

That  we  can  praise  him,  well  I  know, 
But  will  our  voices  reach  his  ear, 

Him  high  above,  and  we  below? 

The  wondrous  distance  makes  me  fear. — 

Fear  not ;  for  every  word  you  say, 

Though  whispered  as  the  gentlest  breeze, 

Straight  to  his  ear  will  find  it  way, 
He  hears  as  quickly  as  he  sees. 

Though  you  should  hardly  lisp  his  Name, 
Your  little  voice  would  reach  his  throne ; 


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And  he  will  kindly  hear  the  same, 
For  God  makes  children  all  his  own. 

Once  you  were  dumb,  he  made  you  speak  ; 

Before  you  thought,  he  thought  for  you ; 
He  gave  you  strength,  when  you  were  weak, 

And  formed  your  stature  as  you  grew. 


— OOO' 


HYMN     XVII. 

THE   WORLD   MADE   FOR   MAN. 

Though  buds  turn  leaves,  and  blosoms  fruit 

And  well  repay  our  care, 
They  can  not  tell  who  gave  them  root, 

Or  what  their  uses  are. 

Bid  them  sing  forth  with  pleasant  sounds, 

Yet  mute  they  will  remain  ; 
Their  look  and  scent  are  Nature's  bounds, 

They  flourish  for  man's  gain. 

To  gratify  his  taste,  they  spring ; 

The  earth  was  made  for  man  ; — 
Yes,  he  partakes  of  every  thing, 

And  has, — since  world  began. 

If  thus  to  him,  the  choicest  food, 

By  Nature's  bounties  fall, 
Let  him,  as  Nature's  best  work  should 

Speak  gratitude  for  all ! 


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HYMN      XVIII. 


THE   GRATEFUL  HUSBANDMAN. 


See  the  laborer's  cottage  clean, 

Warmly  thatch'd,  and  covered  o'er  ; 

See  the  wife,  with  placid  mien, 
Briskly  spinning  at  the  door. 

Around  her  see  the  young  ones  play, 
The  elder  ones  some  labor  learn  ; 

The  father  worketh  every  day, 
His  offsprings'  daily  bread  to  earn. 

To  meet  him,  all  his  children  run, 
And  gather  round  him  on  the  sod  ; 

He  shares  the  welcome  meal  of  home, 
Nor  rests  till  he  has  thank'd  his  God. 


Dear  as  the  objects  round  him  are, 

For  whom,  all  hardships  he  would  brave, 

For  whom,  he  offers  up  his  prayers, 
Dearer  the  Hand,  who  all  these  gave. 


\  HYMNS  FOR  CHILDREN. 

HYMN     XIX. 

THE   COUNTRIES  INDEBTED  TO  GOD. 

Where  houses  in  a  cluster  rise, 
And  the  tall  spire  peeps  above, 

Some  village  hamlet  it  implies, 

Where  men  and  labor  briskly  move. 

But  many  houses  thus  combin'd 
Change  the  name  to  that  of  town  ; 

And  many  towns  and  countries  join'd, 
Become  a  kingdom,  and  own  a  crown. 

Such  kingdoms,  with  large  tracts  of  land 
Help  to  fill  up  the  world's  wide  space 

Fashion'd  by  man's  ingenious  hand, 
And  form'd  to  suit  the  human  race. 

But,  though  the  climates  differ  much, 
People  and  languages,  the  same  ; 

God  is  the  giver  of  all,  as  such 

All  join  to  worship  his  great  Name. 

HYMN     XX. 

GOD  THE  FRIEND  OF  THE  DISTRESSED  AND   HXLPLBS8. 

Negro  woman,  who  sittest  pining 

O'er  the  baby  on  thy  knee, 
Though  thy  friends  seem  fast  declining, 

One  kind  Eye  can  pity  thee. 

Is  thy  infant  sick  with  pain, 

There  is  a  hand  can  make  him  well. 


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Can  give  him  to  thy  arms  again, 
And  all  the  mother's  terrors  quell. 

Though  the  world  look  harshly  on  thee, 
Let  thy  heart  be  light  and  gay, 

If  his  blessing  be  upon  thee, 
All  thy  griefs  will  pass  away. 

Raise  thy  voice,  thy  God  will  hear  thee  ; 

What,  if  thy  skin  no  whiteness  shows, 
Still  will  he  listen,  soothe  and  cheer  thee, 

The  color  of  thy  heart  he  knows. 


HYMN     XXI, 


THE    VJLRIETY    OF    GOD'S    GIFTS. 


We  can  not  count  these  gTains  of  sand 
That  lie  by  thousands  in  thy  hand  : 
To  count  yon  blades  of  grass,  I  fear, 
Wouk1  prove  the  task  of  many  a  year. 


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Behold  the  fir,  on  mountains  grow, 
And  the  grey  willow  drop  below  ; 
The  prickly  thistle,  mallow  soft ; 
The  hop,  whose  tendrils  climb  aloft. 

The  oak,  with  firm  and  fibrous  root ; 
The  humble  daisy,  at  your  foot ; 
The  tulip,  from  a  richer  soil, 
Fair  produce  of  the  gard'ner's  toil. 

The  marshy  reed,  and  iris  too  ; 
The  purple  heath  of  lively  hue  ; 
The  wall-flower  blowing  without  care  i 
The  floating  water-lily  there  : 

What  various  forms,  what  colors  rare  ! 
Their  blending  fragrance  scents  the  air; 
Their  beauty  tells,  though  they  are  dumb 
From  what  Dispensing  Hand  they  come 


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TOY    AND    JUVENILE    BOOKS 
Just  published  by  H.  Babcock,  IV.  Waren. 


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The  Lift 

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The  Spo 

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k.  Child's  First  Lesions  ;  or  Inl 

pie  Poetry  4  for  Girls  and  B« 
The  Little  Sisters  ;  or  Emm 
The  Infant  Primer ;  or  Pictu 
Infiint  Hymns;  designed  for  Young'  Children. 

es,  for  Little  Folks. 
Emma  and  Louisa  ;  or  Wealth  and  Poverty.    -„ 
Easy  Lessons ;  or  Buds  and  Blossoms       Li 
Short  Stories,  with  bi 
The  Passionate  Child  ;  a  Story  aboafcUltk 
Bible  History  ;  or  Scrip 
The  Poetic  Gift;  or  A !phal«  ' 

I  Tell  Tale  Stories,  for  good  Girls  aud  Boys. 

("The  Whale,  and  the  Perils  of  the  Whai 
The  Flock  of  Sheep  j  or  I . 
Museum  of  Foreipn    \ 
The  Child's  Ou 
Child's  Own  Sunday   l 

Sweets  for  Leisure  Hours;  or  Flowers  of  Instru' 
Little  Lucy ;  or  the  Pleasant  Day. 
Little  Helen  ;  or  a  Day  in  the  Life  Of  a  Kan 
The  Sun-Flower;  or  Poetical  iMossoi 
Book  of  Bible  S  t< 
Little  Les 


V.  History 
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a  Day  in  the  Lite  of  a  Spoiled 

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ci ion  of  Nursery  RI13 

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